She took a moment to rest, sitting down on the ground with her back leaning up against the wooden light pole. Amelia felt extremely tired despite of the fact that this was a quick trip, but she hadn't been eating too much lately. It was a combination of both her picky attitude and a lack of adequate choices, and that was enough to slow her down again. Yet, on the other hand, she also worried about her customers. Not necessarily because she needed their business, but because she was afraid to disappoint them. Here you don't have to worry about negative reviews online, but what you do have to worry about is the creative way in which you're going to get tortured or killed--or possibly both--if you don't deliver as expected. With that thought in mind, Amelia forced herself to her feet, continuing whatever was left of her short journey to the warehouse. 

About 10 minutes passed before she reached her destination. The young woman was extremely careful how she made her approach, trying to avoid startling anyone stupid enough to be scared by her. She noticed [url=https://pp.vk.me/c1370/u11664597/a_201084a9.jpg]Marcel[/url] sitting on some blocks near the wall to her right, so she approached him as she removed some of her gear in order for him to recognize her. He motioned for her to drop off the bag a few feet in front of him, and Amelia happily obliged. So far so good. 

After Marcel opened up the bag, he looked inside for a moment before his body stiffened up. "Where is the rest of the ammunition?" His accent was very thick, and his deep voice made him sound even more intimidating. Amelia's breath caught in her throat as she scrambled for an appropriate answer to provide him.

"That's all they gave me..." 

There was a brief pause before he looked at her. She was only able to see his eyes, but Amelia knew that he was anything but happy at the moment. Without breaking eye contact, the man got to his feet, towering over the young woman as his height reached an even 6'6. Amelia instinctively took a couple of steps back, her fight or flight response wanting to kick in but the growing fear paralyzing her. She had few options, and none of them looked appealing.